They Sent to Us Exploding Ambassadors of Peace

Played Woodsboro Disc Golf course yesterday with Dr Z, Woodsboro now my second only to Beloved Seneca favorite course, that's Hole 16 yesterday, threed it twice yesterday, 59 first round, 53 second




Hey, have I told you three times we are being reprogrammed or only three million times? This the view of my second shot, second round, I forehanded my magenta Roc and clanked basket, missing low is lame from any distance, fine metaphors abound. Too, I've never been so sideways at the world and my disc game has never been better, coincidence? Too, I haven't put gouache to paper in almost two weeks, here's the first new tablet centerfold spread





O, another cracker with a machine gun, another cracker with the Speaker's gavel, multiple liberal-whisperers from prestige media diagnosing your pwoggie antisemitism for not hurrahing the ethnic cleansing of Gaza, and Genocide Joe's recent face-life didn't unghoul the fuck's face but made it worse. This is one of the ten most posted songs here, I don't want to vote for your president, I just wanna be your tugboat captain, one of my ten favorite songs ever above the Lux poem

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THE PEOPLE OF THE OTHER VILLAGE

Thomas Lux

hate the people of this village

and would nail our hats

to our heads for refusing in their presence to remove them

or staple our hands to our foreheads

for refusing to salute them

if we did not hurt them first: mail them packages of rats,

mix their flour at night with broken glass.

We do this, they do that.

They peel the larynx from one of our brothers’ throats.

We devein one of their sisters.

The quicksand pits they built were good.

Our amputation teams were better.

We trained some birds to steal their wheat.

They sent to us exploding ambassadors of peace.

They do this, we do that.

We canceled our sheep imports.

They no longer bought our blankets.

We mocked their greatest poet

and when that had no effect

we parodied the way they dance

which did cause pain, so they, in turn, said our God

was leprous, hairless.

We do this, they do that.

Ten thousand (10,000) years, ten thousand

(10,000) brutal, beautiful years.